The process shows how difficult this drainage is.

Huang Zhilei, who did not look back at classmate Pan, knew better. He saw the sweat beads on the forehead of the junior sister Xie Wanying. The junior sister was not exerting too much force, because Yue Wentong helped her to help the patient. The junior sister was doing her best.

If Senior Brother Cao is here, he will probably be worried that his junior sister will be over-exercising.

Huang Zhilei thought about it and followed Brother Cao to pat the youngest sister on the back to relax her nerves.

Feeling the hand that Senior Brother Huang patted her back, Xie Wanying didn't know what was wrong with her, and the figure of Senior Brother Cao appeared in her mind.

"Don't stop, don't stop, pull again." Li Guoxin and Director Zheng repeatedly called out to classmate Pan who pulled the drainage tube.

Pan Shihua was shocked: The meaning of the gods. Didn’t the teachers always tell them to be cautious before?

Seeing that his hand was about to stop, Li Guoxin hurriedly held his wrist, pulled his hand and then pulled the drainage tube.

Several classmates were frightened by the professor's "hard" movement. Xie Wanying and the others had to think: their so-called "rude" movements were nothing compared to the teacher.

While the teacher was moving, Xie Wanying clenched her hand into a fist and pressed it against the patient's back to exert force. The long "dirty" behind her flowed out of the patient's abdominal cavity, indicating that the head of the rubber tube was finally draining.

The culprit in the patient's body has emerged.

A group of people looked at her, but who made her look so eye-catching just now?

Other students who have no experience in teachers finally realized who is the best here: the real master is hidden behind the scenes.

Cough cough. The patient made two coughs in his throat, and if he was signaling that he could breathe.

"Does it feel better?" Director Zheng patted the patient's shoulder, saying with both comfort and encouragement, "Be strong, young man, you are almost cured and everything will pass. This will happen tonight first, and tomorrow depends on whether the situation needs to be rinsed. As long as all the pus inside flows out, you will reduce the fever. If you don't have a fever, you will gradually recover. The most important thing about your disease is that you can't get infected again."

The mother of the patient standing outside the door, Chen Chengran's mother seemed to hear what the doctor said in the ward, and her tears fell down. This time, the whimpering crying revealed not despair, but realized from the doctor's words: the son was saved.

Chen Chengran's father looked up at the ceiling like a man and cried: It was not easy for his son to be saved.

I need to thank the doctor, especially the two young doctors.

The drainage items should be sent for testing as soon as possible. The old doctor adjusted the medication plan for patients by relying on his experience in judging drainage substances with his naked eyes.

The director and the professor went out to talk to their families. Dr. Jiang went to give a doctor's order. All the people who watched left. Huang Zhilei, the hospitalized officer, went out to answer the phone. Only three classmates, Xie Wanying, were left in the ward.

The three people looked at the patient quietly.

Chen Chengran's breathing became more and more stable, and the electrocardiogram monitor showed that his heart rate had dropped, returning to a relatively stable seventy times per minute. His body temperature was dropping, and everything was improving.

"He will get better." Xie Wanying whispered to Classmate Pan.
Chapter completed!